Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds…
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?…
Won’t you help to sing
This songs of freedom
‘Cause all I ever have:
We are all islands till comes the day
We cross the burning water…
Who has the words to close the distance
Between you and me…
Asimbonang ‘umfowethu thina—-(we have not seen our brother)
Laph’ekhona——————–(in the place where he is)
Laph’wafela khona————–(in the place where he died)…
In the Philippines, music is a huge part of life. This is so because when you sing you step out of this world (of narrow-ness and petty fighting) into an alternative world made possible by your music. Take the local favorite of karaoke goers – My Way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels.
In the alternative world of music, the Filipino, repressed by constrictive institutions, finds true freedom. In this alternative free world, the Filipino becomes who he or she truly is: definitely not one who kneels.